The panties were difficult for her. She was so nervous with everyone looking that she stumbled out of her panties and half fell forward, catching her...elf on the edge of a coffee table and reeling backwards, to the delight of the crew who got a clear view of her ample pussy mound with its triangle of dark auburn hair. Griff thought to himself, “That hair will have to go. It’s not industry standard for porn.” Things settled down for Sally. Each new lingerie set seemed to inspire her as she. I let my hand glide down her smooth thigh, down to were the hem of the skirt. My hand slipped under it, in between Jen's legs. Sneaked up along the inside of her thigh up till I could feel the panties. There I stopped. Giving my daughter-in-law time to reconsider our actions but when she didn't do anything to stop me, didn't make any moves to get me to take my hand away, I let fingers sneak in under her panties and glide smoothly along the length of her silky pussylips. She sighed a content. I try to compose myself before the doors close, but I’m too late and the elevator moves again. I stand up slowly and wiping my eyes on my sleeve, I sniffle softly and move to push the button to my floor again. As always, I am weary after crying. I have just enough energy to get to my room I think. When the doors open again, I step out and stumble right into a man. ‘God I’m so sorry,’ I stammer and try to move past him. But, my overworked mind and body finally give up on me, and as I turn around. Walker. Believe me, all the girls think you're the hottest mom in school. Some of the boys, too." As she added the last sentence, she looked at Marsha coyly through a mass of brown curls as she brushed more water out of them."The boys?" asked Marsha with a hint of interest. "I doubt that." She had noticed a few of Emily's male friends giving her a good lookover from time to time, and she thoroughly enjoyed it. It made her feel more youthful, more attractive. She even found herself flirting back.